Daily Prompt : Placebo Effect

If you could create a painless, inexpensive cure for a single ailment, what would you cure and why?

I’d just finsihed reading The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. I assume you know where I’m going with this. I want to develop a cure for cancer.

There are too many people in the world who are like Augustus and Hazel. Their situation is often complicated and scary, their final chapter dependent on the diagnosis. Their lives are never peaceful, and rarely enjoyable. If I could only take away cancer, I would have done it early on. And I would if ever I will be given the chance. Who knows for sure?

So, yes, I would cure cancer, but I won’t stop there. There are too many ailments in the world that need solutions, like AIDS. That will probably be my second best choice. We all know we need it. Until then, all we can do is hope and pray.

Daily Prompt: Practice Makes Perfect?

Tell us about a talent you’d love to have… but don’t.

 

I’ve always wanted to be good at dancing, but I’m not. I blame my brothers; they’re both good at it. I grew up in a household where Michael Jackson songs are danced, not sang. Maroon 5, Britney Spears, Backstreet Boys. Their music was easy to dance to and my brothers were so good at it that I wanted to be like them. But you can’t have everything. So I just sing while they dance.

Broken Carousel [Weekly Writing Challenge: 1,000 Words]

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I was there, in the playground, just yesterday. I was walking towards the swings when a little girl sitting on the broken carousel caught my attention. The carousel had been there for a long time; I think someone said it was already broken. Just like me, broken beyond repair. But this girl, she’s breaking fast too.  I don’t know how I knew this. I just did. There’s still hope for her though because she’s still young. She has a lot more to learn from life. She’s struggling to understand many things; time’s forcing her to grow up quickly. I approached her but I dare not speak. She must have heard my heavy footsteps because she turned to me.

“Hello little girl.” I said to her.

“Hi Jean.” She replied.

“How do you know my name?” I wondered.

“Don’t you recognize me?” the little girl looked up at me.

Then it dawned on me. The little girl on the carousel was the girl who’d just lost her mother ten years ago. She was the one who always felt alone, despite everything. She was the girl who always had to assure herself that she was just overthinking things. The little girl on the broken carousel…was me.

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To the insanely beautiful girl in my class

green monsterDear classmate,

I never really knew you, or connected with you (and I have a feeling that I will never, although we have four years to go with each other). But in the short time that I have interacted with you, I never really liked you. It would be much later though, that I would admit why. And you know why? You were beautiful. Not that I wasn’t (at least that’s what I do believe), it’s just that you were. And it’s not like you tried either; it just seemed so natural on you.

I was jealous. I wasn’t normally jealous. Maybe it had something to do with the crush I had on ********* at the time. Was he interested in you? I thought he was but I never found out, ’cause my crush on him lasted for about a week and I got over it. HAHA. :)) And that’s a topic for a later post too, cause he was really weird after that. But the insecurity with you is another thing. It’s one of those things that, when you start noticing you can’t help it. Twitter didn’t help (I’m not saying why); all I’m gonna say is this: DMs exist honey. Use ’em. 🙂

Anyway, I’ve kind of accepted that you can’t have everything. But it’s never bad to dream. Thanks for teaching me that, albeit unknowingly.

Lots of love,

slightly jealous and super insecure classmate

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This is a response to the daily prompt for Aug. 3, which you can view here.